A Tactile Life

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Out Loud.

I want to live Out Loud. Sometimes Off Key In deep red. Not just here But every where every moment every blessed day. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 22, 2009

The Strongest Man

Daddy Patience, Love, Strength, Wisdom, Care, Gentleness. You never had to say a word to tell me what these were. I felt them, knew them, experienced them first hand as I watched you make your way through life. Happy Birthday Daddy, even though I know you hate to be the center of attention. I need... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

The Stories Others Tell

I have decided that I am in a learning flow these days. I am going to let go and let learn. See the grace in everything that happens to pass through my geography. I have always been a reading junkie. This place is a gold mine. I can i-tune-it and read and occasionally write something. Heaven. I am... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Oddly Not

At first, your unexpected presence foretold greater expression. Then, focusing on your absence became the way i avoided creating. Leaving expectation alone to find its way along the path to you. None of this is your fault. I alone made the mistake of leaving myself on the path. Your presence still... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

love filling me expression lumped behind tears behind still love hiding behind still more love. Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

My lovely first born has been home this weekend from graduate school. She brings a lot with her. Clothes, computer stuff, lots of shoes, and books to study. Attitude also.:) She is wonderful and hard at the same time. Opinionated and unsure. Ready for what life has to throw at her one moment and... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

I never feel I should be doing anything else when I am writing or painting. When it touches paper, a sharp pencil is my soul. My heart aches to be understood and in the quiet of the written word, I sometimes understand myself. I am heard, I am on paper, relating, creating a plan for security. I find... Sign in to see full entry.

Scary me

How do I write about the scary stuff, about what hurts? Having to give you up slow and painful, like a wrenching and screaming out of control.So afraid to let go, to never see you again.To go back to being alone in my head. To being alone in the crowd and totally responsible for the happiness of... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

To believe in the good intentions of the worst actions. Who judges? Who makes up the rules? Who decides the acceptability of options? Can you make everyone happy at the expense of yourself? Duh. (did i just type duh?) Sometimes I am a bit snarky. For protection, so as not to reveal who I really am... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009


I need to go to the Art Store. It is pure and unaudulterated need. My fingertips must touch the canvases, fiddle with the brushes, pick up the colors. I have never been able to "order in bulk." A relationship must be established with the tools. Slow and intense must be the meandering, as much a part... Sign in to see full entry.

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